Menken, Adah IsaacsInfelicia

III.

The faithless sky is black.The ocean howls on the Ship's rough trackThe strong wind, and the shouting rain swept by like anarmed host whooping out their wild battle-cry.The tall masts dip their heads down into the deep.The wet shrouds rattle as they seem to whisper prayers tothemselves;But the waves leap over their pallid sails, and grapple andgnaw at their seams.The poor Ship shrieks and groans out her despair.She rises up to plead with the sky, and sinks down thedeep valley of water to pray.O God, make us strong for the battle!